Although the grave of the deceased wizard is terrifying, it is obviously impossible for future generations to kowtow to the mountain when they come to worship him - even if they don't let those guardians enter the tomb where the coffin is located, they have to be kept closer to each other, and can they enjoy the tribute from a distance of more than ten miles?

However, it is clear that the great weapon of time has changed the sorcerer's arrangement - all three branches of the vigil have disappeared from history, and the path he has reserved for future generations to worship has become a shortcut for a group of archaeological wizards.

In the five-person team, the fox, who provided all the information and gathered everyone, was the leader of the five-person team - although she also looked at the map.

After cleaning up an old warehouse that would cry and run out when rats came, in the pile of dust, five heads with bubble head charms entered the secret passage hidden in it one by one.

This backdoor-like path was undoubtedly a great help to the intruders, and although Alan found countless traps along the way, and even the most recent ones were almost overhead the passage they were walking on, none of the traps would be triggered by the actions on the path that day.

However, this also led to a turn in the path that was meant for people to enter with little to no more than a few steps, turning left and right, going uphill and downhill, and even drilling holes - a measure to prevent someone from analyzing the location of the road from the traps, but unfortunately, after Alan and the others got their hands on the map, all the previous calculations were all foamed.

The journey was safe, except for a few traps marked on the map on the way.

Obviously, this is a complete grave, there will be no test, and there will be no illusion to give you a whole package after you have passed the test that no one has passed for thousands of years, on the contrary, if you accidentally step astray, you will be greeted by one trap after another, until you are played to death.

"Okay, this should be the end of the map, and we'll have to work on our own if we go any further. The fox's fingers shone brightly, and with the other hand, he pressed the map against the wall, and after looking down for a long time, he said firmly.

Sure enough, just after turning the last corner, Alan and his group were greeted by an extremely spacious room made of stone bricks, with a long list of honorific names written on the wall facing the doorway—the kind that would make people's tongues knot when they were pronounced.

On the ground, three straw-woven futons were neatly arranged, and at the front of the futon, a three-legged stone stood there, casting a huge shadow under the fluorescent light of the wands of the five visitors.

"Yes, this is the place to worship the Lord - and what we have to do is to enter the tomb through here, and let's find the weakest point of the defensive spell and destroy it. The fox simply put away the map completely, and raised his wand in his hand again, although it was quite convenient to cast spells without a wand, but it was definitely far less powerful.

As a little spark was thrown by an accompanying wizard, in a whirring sound, dozens of tall stone torches standing on both sides of the stone house were lit, and a slight blue flame lit up with a fragrance that soon illuminated the entire stone room.

Alan glanced at the white material in the small basin and ran forward after scanning to make sure that there were no traps or magic traps triggered. Yes, that's right, that's it!

It is claimed that a pound of shark oil can naturally burn for a thousand years - a precious potion material, if you add some of this thing to the flame when boiling valuable potions, you can greatly reduce the failure rate of potions, but unfortunately, due to its high cost, unless it is the most precious potions, ordinary potions can use this thing to lose all the crucibles.

Due to the recent close protection of this magical creature by the Ministry of Magic on this side of the East, the price of this thing has now skyrocketed - 400 gold Galleons a pound, which is not in the market.

Therefore, Allen-san immediately shouted loudly, gathered the rest, and then secretly stuffed the three cushions into his pocket while they were exclaiming together, and then quickly used magic to weave a few replicas.

Although this thing has been sat on by an unknown number of people, and there may even be some exhaust gas when worshipping it, but Alan is going to sell it anyway, who cares about it.

A three-Galleon potion that can be used to boil the best potions of moderation and curses, rare things that are in short supply, and the fact that they are woven into straw mats is an intolerable waste - how many people may be saved if it were made into a potion!

This is a meritorious thing, anyway, when the time comes, the guy whose life is at stake will definitely not dislike the strange smell in it.

Even though Alan had completed the whole process of stealing the beams and changing the pillars, the group did not leave the torch - the kind of things that money couldn't buy were very attractive to everyone, and they were trying to get the lighting things down.

Although there is magic on this highly recognizable thing, it is useless to protect the magic in the face of a group of wizards who even want to put aside the grave, in short, everyone finally divided nearly one and a half pounds of materials, which is barely a good start, and more importantly, it directly tells everyone that the harvest here will be something they can't imagine.

The torch, which had lost its fuel, was naturally extinguished, but none of the people present had any intention of continuing to light the precious materials - for a while, in the room of the black hole, five wizards began to act that they could not say.

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In the wizarding world, there is absolutely no impenetrable defense - the weakest point of magic in the whole room is quickly discovered, and none of the intruders have any intention of protecting the building, and with the effect of their wands, the marked corner is quickly blasted open by the spell.

Since there is no way, you might as well blast one out - don't underestimate the destructive power of wizards.

Maybe the tomb where the coffin was sent is still there, but it is definitely not as convenient as it is now, after a continuous one-meter journey, an empty new room appeared in front of everyone - this is a matter of course, after all, the other party wants to accept the offering, and will not isolate the main tomb too far.

The moment the new place appeared, no one spoke, but they all lit up with various shields - this is an extremely mana-consuming act, but from this moment on, the original safe journey is over, and this extremely dangerous tomb containing endless treasures has revealed itself to them in the true sense.